Probably the most quoted sentence of a poem in Autumn is by John Keats (1796-1821)
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ...
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees;
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the latest oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring' Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day;
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red breast whistles from a garden croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
I hope you enjoy reading that lovely poem and look out for all the signs of Autumn that are mentioned.
|Pomegranates bring colour to the Autumn table|
|Damsons ripen to make jam|
|Late flowers for the bees|